#the exhaustion in their voice. the indignation when i'd pull them into a stupid hypothetical argument. the curiosity. the careful way they
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it's alright that you hate my guts, i still think of your laugh and your smile sometimes.
#my memory of you hasn't aged a day#i've been thinking of a friend lately. an “ex friend” rather. but they'll always be a friend in my stories#i really miss them. we always bumped heads and after we parted ways all i could think of was “well. their loss”. they'd never been the best#at talking about how they felt. we tried to make it work but they stopped talking to me months before they cut me off. it made moving on#easier at first. but it's been about two years now. and i stumbled upon their blogs again#i'd only remembered when we butt heads after the fact. but now i see them in everything and i ache. i remember their laugh and their voice#they were always so full of life in everything they did. which is funny because i never noticed until my life was missing it. i always had#trouble telling their tone (they always were very sarcastic). they always felt so strongly and with their whole self. i remember vividly#the exhaustion in their voice. the indignation when i'd pull them into a stupid hypothetical argument. the curiosity. the careful way they#tried to mask their voice breaking when we tried to fix things. i loved them. loved the way they were blunt and honest to a fault. loved#the way they loved things. loved the way they made things. i remember everything they made for me and almost every moment we spent together#part of me tentatively wonders if it'd work out if we tried again but. i wonder if they even remember about me. i just never got to grieve.#i hope you're well. i hope you'll be alright out there. i miss you. i just thought you should know#i miss you terribly.#🌟
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